Wait for me

 under a tree in Wales.

 Ill find you

 when were both free

 to dance in the fields

 where Mad Welsh poets

 once wandered, thinking.

 Where minstrels sang

 of courage and love.

 Wait for me.

 We wont be young and carefree.

 No, well be

 sanded by time

 Lines for laughter past and future

 Nicotine stains, chipped teeth

 voices raspy

 The way we were

 When we loved most and best

 When we wished wed met sooner

 Or had more time.

 When we knew that all the others

 were just friends or lovers.

 Wait for me

 Under a tree.

 Dance me into eternity

 With you.

- Daisy Sidewinder

to Dandelion
to Moongate